I tried to take a picture but it wouldn’t all fit.
Also, I am a failure as a travelin’ blogger. My apologies.
This weekend I’m going on an overnight(!) trip to a nearby city called Bafoussam. It’s a bit larger than Banganté, but more important than it’s size and all cultural impliquations of said size is the fact that you can buy snickers and cheese there. We (I think 4 of us are going) will be travelling by bush taxi (stay tuned for the diary of that experience, which I will totally write…like for reals) which costs about 3 dollars round-trip. The trainers here did a very
terrifying entertaining skit about the pleasures of travel au Cameroun. It was…intense. I’m hoping for no less than 4 marriage proposals. Perhaps I will wear my fancy new tent dress.
I’m sorry y’all–I don’t even know where to start when it comes to describing life here. Maybe you could leave some specific questions in the comments?
Overall I am well–pretty fucking great most of the time, peppered with moments of extreme not greatness. We started a writing club that meets every weekend–but it should probably be called therapy club. It’s really great to hear other perspectives on life here, and I’m hoping that enthusiasm will translate to this particular medium. Or at least make me feel too guilty not to write…